“I-I’m sorry. I was…you are…I’ve never—”
He kissed her to cut her off and she sank against him, her body going soft as her chemise-clad breasts flattened against the warm, hard expanse of his chest and his strong arms encircled her.
His tongue massaged hers and she whimpered as electric desire coursed through her, pulsing and teasing and demanding she find release in some way, any way,everyway she could. One of his big hands found its way into the small of her back and drew her closer, while the other dragged the strap of her chemise halfway down her arm.
His lips broke from hers, dragging down the column of her neck and down her bare shoulder, tracing the path his finger had just taken. She fisted her hands against his chest and arched into his body, swept away now by need, propriety torn to shreds at last.
He tugged the chemise lower and her breasts came free. He made a low sound once again, possessive and hot, and his mouth dragged over her collarbone, down the swell until he latched onto her already hard nipple.
She cried out. She couldn’t have stopped herself from doing so, even if she were in complete control of her facilities, which she was not. The gentle scrape of his teeth over the sensitive nipple, the rough laving of his tongue, the way he sucked her and then swirled his mouth over her…her vision blurred and pleasure pooled between her legs with frightening speed. There was nothing left to do now but hold on, and she did, clinging to him as he pulled the rest of her chemise away and left her naked to his touch.
He pressed her across the room as he continued to suckle first one nipple, then the other, torturing her until she was trembling. She felt the bed at her backside, felt him lift her to sit on the edge as he continued his erotic assault, but she could do nothing, say nothing. She was too lost now.
He nudged her legs open with his hips and stepped inside the space there. She gasped as she felt the hard ridge of his erection, still hidden beneath his trousers, pressed against her sex. She lifted against it with a moan, seeking out the friction that action created.
“God, woman,” he gasped, breaking his mouth from her flesh at last.
Her eyes went wide at his reaction. She hadn’t thought her movement would bring anyone pleasure but herself. Seeing his glazed expression now, she ground against him again and he dipped his head back with another long moan.
“All right, enough of that,” he grunted, pushing her fully onto the bed and taking a place beside her. “I have more to do beforethat.”
She shook her head, not understanding what he meant, but before she could ask, he dropped his head down to her belly, dragging his tongue across her flesh. Then lower to her hip. Lower to her thigh. And suddenly he was sprawled at her sex.
She stiffened as he parted her clenched thighs and her most private of areas was now on display for him. She stared at him as he looked at her, a smile on his face that made even more liquid rush to her sex.
He slid his hand beneath her backside, dragging her closer and tilting her hips toward him. Then, to her shock and utter pleasure, he kissed her quim. And it was no chaste peck, either. He slid his tongue across her exquisitely sensitive flesh, swiping away the evidence of her arousal as he swirled his tongue around and around.
Her cry echoed in the room around them as she fisted the bedclothes. This was amazing. Incredible. And he wasn’t finished. He licked her up and down, tasting and teasing, flicking his tongue over the nub of her clitoris and then diving into her sex to slide in and out in the rhythm with which he would eventually take her.
She began to lift her hips to meet him, mewling out pleasure as he relentlessly feasted on her body. Eventually, he moved his focus to just one part of her quivering flesh. He flicked her clitoris with the tip of his tongue, then alternated with gentle sucks of that tingling nub. She gasped, arching and thrusting as her pleasure grew, crested, and finally it exploded. She thrashed her head on the pillow as wave after wave of release rolled over her. He drew her through them all until at last she shivered one last time and lay still.
“Very sweet,” he growled as he moved up the length of her body with his tongue and finally kissed her.
She tasted herself on his lips and glided her fingers into his hair to angle his head differently. They warred that way for a while before he finally drew away and stepped back.
“Oh no, don’t go,” she whispered, heedless of the desperation in her tone.
“I would not go if the inn caught on fire,” he assured her as he unfastened his trousers and stripped the last barrier between them away.
She sat up partially, staring at his hard, ready cock. He was thicker than Martin had been, longer too. She was going to have that inside of her and she couldn’t wait. It had been too long, far too long, since she’d had that pleasure.
He crawled back over her and settled between her legs, but he didn’t claim her. He kissed her again, slow and languid, and she sank into it, letting go of any remaining fears and questions about right or wrong or proper.
And just when she was almost boneless with surrender, he caught her hips and rolled, dragged her on top of him.
She straddled his hips immediately, her tingling body driving her for more, for everything. Now she was too far gone to deny herself, or to deny him, the ultimate end to this wicked night. He gripped her hips, helping her position herself, and she reached between them to grasp his cock.
He sucked in a breath through his teeth and she smiled as she stroked him once, twice, then slid him to her entrance. They both stopped breathing, their eyes locked, as she finally glided down over him. Inch by inch, she took him, reveling in the stretch of his body inside of hers. Oh yes, he was bigger than Martin, certainly bigger than her own fingers, which had been the last thing to breach her. When he was finally fully seated, she felt full and womanly and her body screamed at her to move.
She did not deny herself. Placing hands on his shoulders for balance, she began to grind down on him in small circles. He squeezed his eyes shut, meeting her movements, their short breaths matching as she worked them both toward yet another release. This one would be more powerful, she could already tell from the rapidly growing tension and pleasure in her loins.
He caught his breath. “Jesus,” he grunted, and surprised her by sitting up. His arms came around her, his mouth sought hers, and as she continued to thrust over him, he lifted to meet her.
It was too much, and at last she lost control, whimpering into his mouth as pleasure mobbed her once more. It was only when her body went limp in his arms that he shifted her, flipping her on her back, her head at the end of the bed, her legs locked around his waist. Then he began to take her harder.
She lifted to meet him, watching his face in fascination as he finally sought out the pleasure he had thus far denied himself. His neck strained, sweat formed on his brow and after a few long thrusts his face twisted. He withdrew from her clenching sex and came between them with a long, deep moan that seemed to shake the very room.
Then he collapsed on top of her, his mouth seeking hers, his arms dragging her closer. She could feel his pounding heartbeat through his chest, its rhythm matching her own erratic one, and she held him close, pretending, just for a moment, that this was real. That this would last.
